forgotten ~

06 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of the truths
forgotten there ~
and words were never ours
when sought again
the need to understand

the mystery
of magnitude ~
the first
was last
to ever
and chapters fell
as flutters to the floor

a name or two
we trusted more
for keeping real our stories ~
when gave us all we’d need
for getting on

traded down the line
for love ~
spoke when none
would listen
and set the rights
of solitude to stone

red to grey
these lacey lines ~
trials and trails
and treasure
grace surrendered more
by shifting light

babies cry
while mothers pray
tomorrow will be better
when comes the son
another savior one

leave us not
with these to keep
show in us your presence ~
find us near
as prophecies revealed

in books our charge
foretelling ~
were not as pages sewn
but word becoming
more than word ~
when written
to the soul

….

traveler ~

06 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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a moment more
than meant to take
and smiles were left to carry ~
the music of a smile
upon the line

unaware of wondering
blessed breath forgotten ~
was all at once
a moment
kept from time

if years would be
a slow repeat
of lives I passed in silence ~
don’t call me back
with whispers of goodbye

twas all for one ~
and such as this
when came the choice for choosing
returning me as morning
to your night

sweet the strain
of violin ~
lullabye of locust
stars compete
I loved them every one

so still my will
to wonder ~
of mysteries made over
where every might have been
is still to come

storytime
of midnight rhymes
hands are almost touching
a sudden grace ~
take me back sometime

to dream again
of crystal shores ~
messages awaiting
the music of forgotten smiles
ringing down the lines

…

thorns to blossom ~

05 Friday Oct 2012

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of silences
unbroken
by the restlessness of truth
~ fingers curved to pieces
of my soul

where feminine
these ashes blow
around my thoughts to gather
breathed into the places
I am whole

as given name
another one
as Mary came before
and swept the corners clean
of circumstance

faith beyond
her grieving ~
still her fragrance looms
as secrets spill the night
with tenderness

in cords of white
the willing page
awaits the gentle hand
as strained
between the brothers
falling down

if ever this
the moment was
to understand our ways
~ as thorns were burst
to blossom
in our stead

of the sweet ~

04 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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how fragile now ~
this fleeting bliss
was passed
as once before
a kiss

as whispers gifted
words so clear ~
are ringing now
for all to hear

the glory come
from sweet amen ~
forgiveness undeserved
til then

when longing stays
the whole night through
will none forget
the things
you knew

for none can ease
the ache of gone ~
or pay for all
each righteous wrong

would e’er for love
a tear be spared
or moon concede ~
the night to share

don’t worry this
for moments passed ~
as smoke against
a looking glass

as stars made two
upon the sea ~
asleep in nets
of destiny

e’er page confess
this mortal song ~
shall wait my love
but not for long

I am ~

04 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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of verses
I can find no place ~
no course of understanding
would still my beat
or bid my breathing slow

nurtured
by my father’s winds
reliving now the promise ~
fell to me
tis something more
I know

tis there beneath
the robin’s wing ~
there atop the rapids
flush with stone
the proof is come to stay

pages
met with pages
lines between the lines ~
would e’er I stand
and will the ground away

breath
as I was opened
face to face
with heaven ~
paradise in everything
I see

bite my tongue
and swell my tears ~
with memory of becoming
a love (as love created)
let there be

of all I know
tis more I feel ~
miracles becoming
stretched beyond the reaches
of our rhyme

of other
places given truth ~
rivers neath me rolling
meet me somewhere
I am now ~
warmed against
the light

…

there to hold ~

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

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as one
a wave of ribbons
spooled cross
and down the valley ~
where there with open arms
my spirit danced

as quietly
where none could see ~
held with one to wonder
and swayed beneath
a canopy
of lace

knitted cap
of wren and wasp
layers thick with mayfly
crisp the folding up
to fall in prayer

as soon
by daylight entered
to nurse beneath the rafters
for one more dream
another time to love

fancy this
the reasons come ~
in silence of remembrance
of who I was ~
and what was meant to be

amazed for roads
these hands to carve ~
as poems never written
were stitched into
the highest bough ~
were heaven there to hold

still
within this moment
light surrenders living ~
and breath is broken
somewhere
out beyond ~

the lean into
uncertainty ~
as loosed these fragile fallings
leaves are counting
yesterdays
again

…

read me ~

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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share with me
the warmth that is your
days upon this earth ~
shade my path
and guide my feet to home

lay with me
when nights are chilled
and wake me with your stirring
forsaken not by love
I waited on

tell of me
some other tale ~
and tary with the turning
of pages to the weathered spine
bending unrehearsed

barter not the price
for days ~
far more to one
I cherished ~
sign my name
as practiced once
with yours

the faded face
of memory ~
the plea without the prying
folded more than chance
into the dark
pushed aside as wishes
would this weary heart
reveal ~

read me
til these ancient lights
are gone

know me
as was never known ~
tho sworn there was another
when paths were new
as cool the dusky day

feathers floated from the west ~
eastern this horizon
warmed your breath
as day broke ~

red against the clay

…

surrender me ~

02 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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pour to me
the wonder
that is the forest song
and slip my tired flesh
beneath the boughs
bear me as the winter
gently to the spring
remembered come
the mountains
to me now

spill me
as eternity
against a stretch of sand
as polished to her mirror
were my ways
urge me
to becoming
as one with all I see ~
and rain me from the clouds
another day

suspended breathing ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Soapbox

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I thought much about this before deciding to post. Ultimately, if I am faithful to my own truth, I must to be willing to speak that truth.

As of late, I have hurt others with the mere act of being myself (which I know can be a bit overwhelming at times). If you are among those, then I am truly sorry. Please know that I would never intentionally hurt anyone.

I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.

I didn’t come to this site to be a part of a political movement or to feed my own ego. If you don’t like what I write, then tell me or don’t say anything, but please don’t spend your time on words that have no truth. I am not here for praise (not even close). I’ll only be offended if you go out of your way to be something because you think it’s what I need. If that is what you need, it is here, but I am not that……

I came here to share my words (my ways), and to know others, but if knowing means that either of us cannot speak freely, then what we have earned? What have we gained in the act of trying so hard not offend ~ so hard that, in fact, we never know each other at all?

Whatever you seek, you will find. If I offended, please forgive.

Take me down
the muddy river ~
wash my sorrows out to sea.
Gather now my words
unsettled ~
for where they live ~
another me.

I will love until they cover
every patch of mortal skin ~
til I’m bound by mossy pages
o’er my verses ~
o’er my sin.

Have I none but this
to offer ~
let me love as unafraid.
What will come of love we garnered
~ what shall be our crown
this day?

no matter what ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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what of my love
wasn’t meant to be whispered
no matter what they might say
of destinies loosed
by the hands of forgiveness ~
let all that I knew
fall away

might truth bear me witness
or time stand me still
years pass and death be my lot
was lonely
my only ~
the one I deserve
of longing shall bury me not

would lay to my burden
the weight of this curse
if ever a fleeting
desire
was sworn me protection
when secrets were shared ~
and I as a vapor to fire

unravel this message
committed as song ~
when given at last my release
mourn not my loss
for one moment more
or beg these inflections to ease

might sorrows be lifted
or verses betray ~
confessions of innocent pen
will love be remembered
always to the past
for touch we have failed
to defend

whatever our reasons
for living returned ~
when wandered to places
unknown
as trusted no other
my whispers to keep ~
eternal these echoes to own